Day 17 of NaBloPoMo and I was thinking about things to blog on when I got sidetracked thinking aboutÂ theÂ word â€œblogâ€ and how it sounds funny. Itâ€™s not as much fun to say as â€œNaBloPoMoâ€, but itâ€™s close. Iâ€™m thinking about how a lot of words â€“ even common words â€“ sound funny if you say them over and over a bunch of times and the next thing I know, I hear a news story blasting out over the airwavesÂ that shocked me back to reality and really upset me.
A little background. Iâ€™m not an overly demanding person. I donâ€™t ask for much and I donâ€™t expect much. Iâ€™m humble. Loveable. Remember Underdog? Yeah. Iâ€™m pretty much a, I donâ€™t know, salt of the earth type guy. Iâ€™ve really only dreamt of one thing for the last 25 years and that is to be named People Magazineâ€™sÂ â€Sexiest Man Aliveâ€. Iâ€™m not looking for repeat selections like some on the list, I donâ€™t seek that type of glory, Iâ€™m just looking for that one-time recognition.
I get it that Iâ€™m not Brad Pitt or Richard Gere, but Mark Harmon and Nick Nolte? Come on. If youâ€™re going to recognize them, give a look over this way, People Magazine! Iâ€™d even question Patrick Swayze and Pierce Brosnan. And Sean Connery,Â has he been sexy since James Bond? And Ben Affleckâ€¦ oh, stop,Â donâ€™t get me started.
To makeÂ the whole thing worse, and more upsetting, Iâ€™ve never even heard of this yearâ€™s winner,Â Ryan Reynolds. I had to Google him just to find out the reason Iâ€™ve never heard of him is because I havenâ€™t seen anything heâ€™s done.
Iâ€™m sorry, but People Magazine dropped the ball on this one.
Oh well, Iâ€™ll keep trying. Thereâ€™s always 2011.